Shoulder Kisses Novels & Stories

He turned to face me. He lifted my arm up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand, he placed numerous kisses on me till he got to my shoulder. And once he reached my lips. He didn't hold back, and he devoured my lips.

Every corner reeked of someone trying to forget the dirt they came from. And there he was. Dmitri. Sitting in his overpriced leather chair, sipping vodka like he didn’t have a damn target on his back. So casual. So stupid. He didn’t even see me until I was right in front of him. “Who the fu—” Too late. My knife drove into his shoulder, deep. He howled, dropping the glass, vodka spilled everywhere, soaking his custom white suit in red blood was fucking art to me. He scrambled for the gun on his desk, but I kicked it away and then slammed him back into his chair.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

The tension between us shifted, no longer just filled with anger or guilt, but something softer… something deeper. His touch wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deliberate, like he wanted me to feel every second of it, to understand exactly what he meant without saying a word. My fingers tightened slightly against him as I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Karen…” I whispered, not even sure what I wanted to say. Slowly, he kissed my shoulder, his lips warm and deliberate against my skin. My whole body froze as a sharp, electric sensation shot through my nipples — sudden, intense, and impossible to ignore.

She sighed as she pressed a kiss to my sweaty shoulder. “Much, much better than phone sex.”

- saying he snuggled more and entered his warm hand under my lose t-shirt wanted to feel me bare. I stopped struggled, let him hold me , my one hand also wrapped around his shoulder, he opened his eyes, as our eyes locked, he closed his face and pressed his lips on me, it's gentle, I clench the fabric of bed sheet. He swiftly removes my t-shirt over my head, and kissed the scar on my shoulder, he always does this whenever we got intimate; next he kissed my earlobe sending shiver to my skin, his hide his face in nape of my shoulder, stayed there for a few seconds.

he huffed , his eyebrows frowning since he was unimpressed. "Nope" I smirked walking into the kitchen . He groaned loudly as he stood up from the toilet seat . "I'm in pain" he grunted , holding his shoulder . I wandered over to him . "That's what you get" I smirked . He pushed the bruise on his collar bone , making himself wince . "You could've broken it" I mumbled . He gritted his teeth together as he pressed on some of his other bruises . I ran my finger over his sore collar bone . "Do you want me to kiss your bruises better" I question with a soft smile , staring at him innocently . He nodded slightly . I kissed his cheek bone gently then his collar bone . I pecked his shoulder next his

He couldn’t fight the temptation to kiss her neck, which he did, and she clutched his shoulders. He was pumping harder, while she held him tight, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, both of them panting, moaning, sweating, and moving in unison. She placed a chaste kiss on his shoulder at first, but then she started placing kisses on his neck, cheek, and everywhere. She sucked below his shoulder, and Theo prayed to God. She was killing him. He was swelling inside her.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.